Dawn of the Red Moon

Char'rissen dal Uxia d' ilta iston lu' tangin:

Messages from Uxia on her nights and days:

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FEB/09

2/6/09 Someone broke into my place today. I found the door hanging open and went in to inspect the damage. It seems the theives weren’t hungry, only cold as the spider meat I had planned to eat for the next week remained and my sheets did not. Ironic, I suppose, as my home has become a place for me to rest… as if one can get any of that with these dragon attacks, but as soon as I was able to afford one I purchased myself a Bag of Holding which has allowed me to protect myself from most of the pillaging.

I think my boss might have some elven blood in him… which would explain a little bit as to why I keep dreaming about a dead body. I think it’s his, but it’s strange that the very notion wouldn’t fill me with glee.

Nothing else is of importance… Not that these are either.
Things were so much better in Delyl.